Y/N stared at the stars, like she used to do when she was with Gajeel.
Before he betrayed her.
Before he apologized.
Before she moved.
Before she left.
Forever.
Y/N shook off the tears and tried to remember the happier days.
Where he used to tease her.
Where he used to liven up her life.
Where he used to protect her.
Gajeel's smirk and strong, firm voice. His long black hair, red eyes, and piercings.
People always told her that she deserved better, that she can do better, that he was going to break her heart.
They were right.
But she didn't want better, she wanted him.
His smile, his hugs and their dates.
Where they stayed up all night, stargazing and telling stories, planning futures.
They were planning to get engaged at 27 and marry at 28.
His reassuring hugs. His strong, secure personality. His possessiveness. His rough and gentle kisses.
Gajeel showed her how the world works, he guided her through the harsh reality, he taught her how to build confidence and strength.
They built each other up.
Little did they know, they teared each other down.
Ripped away from each other, slipping through the fingertips.
Late nights where her favorite, hot chocolates and watching movies.
Y/N even missed his annoying habits.
"You are the best." Gajeel told her through her sobs.
"You're too good."
"Reality can be harsh, but you just got to fight."
"It's tough, but you have to be tougher."
"I love you."
She didn't know that she could be so attached.
She always thought that she would be independent.
He was her balance.
Her stability.
Her lifeline.
All that was gone.
She missed his comforting presence, reassuring her that she was the best.
Telling her that she could do better
The one that got away
She stared at Gajeel.
His black hair was matted and wet, his eyes trained on her.
She reached out for him.
And woke up.
Alone.
Again.
